F. Pluquet, 2 vols, Rouen, 1827, H. Andresen, 2 vols, Heilbronn, 1877-1879, translated by E. Taylor (Chronicle of the Norman Conquest), London, 1837.

He even tried to get Andresen to go with him: "What's the sense of you staying on here in the wilds?" said he.

It must be Andresen who had changed, for the place was the same as ever.

And what did that fellow Andresen want coming up to Sellanraa of Sundays, to talk fieldwork with Isak?

" "You spoken to him about it?" "Nay; but Andresen he says so.

Little Andresen is no bad worker on the land in Eleseus' service; true, he has had Sivert from Sellanraa with horses, but he has done a deal of work on his own account, draining bogs, and hiring a man himself to set the ditches with stone.

Thanks to Andresen and the way he worked on the land.

"Andresen have it?

Little Andresen, chief clerk, is head of that procession; indeed, 'tis his procession; he has fitted out himself, and Sivert from Sellanraa, and one other, Fredrik Ström from Breidablik, for the expedition.

A notable little man is Andresen; his shoulder is weighed down slantwise on one side, and his jacket pulled all awry at the neck, the way he goes, but he carries his burden on and on.

Storborg and the business Eleseus had leftwell, not bought it straight out on the spot, perhaps, 'tis more than Andresen could afford; better afford to wait a bit and get the whole maybe for nothing.

Andresen is no fool; he has taken over the place on lease for the meanwhile, and manages the business himself.

"Not a bit of it," says Andresen.

"That you, Andresen?" says the man.

" The members of the expedition look at one another, but the leader, Andresen himself, has not lost courage yet.

"We're not doing that," says Andresen, and packs up the coffee-pot.

Look you, Andresen he cares little now for what his master that was can say; he's master himself now, leader of an expedition equipped at his own expense for a journey to distant parts; 'twould lose him his prestige to turn back now where he is.

'Tis Andresen is going to sell them.

Oh, but Andresen knew his master that wasknew him of old, and how little he knew of business and unlawful trading.

"I know it is," answered Andresen.

" Aronsen stood it for a whole day, then he gave up Andresen, too, and went home.

It was in the day when womenfolk used to wear loose plaits in their hair; and Andresen, he was the man to sell loose plaits.

And every evening the three young salesmen met at an appointed place and went over the day's trade, each borrowing from another anything he'd sold out of; and Andresen would sit down, often as not, and take out a file and file away the German trade-mark from a sportsman's whistle, or rub out "Faber" on the pens and pencils.

Andresen was a trump, and always had been.

"You don't put in enough patter with it," said Andresen.